Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
That’s by Robert Frost, right? You should be sure to credit him. If you don’t credit him, it’s plagiarism. https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/42891/stopping-by-woods-on-a-snowy-evening
sry mam i forgot to write there nam @momzollanc
Click on “edit” next to “reply” at the bottom right of your post to correct your omission.
mam i have already done that @momzillanc
Good deal. I’ve upvoted your posts now that they’re properly credited. Both Frost and Poe are among my favorite poets.